The Groundskeeper Handed Me My Father’s Secret Instead of His Grave

did a weak thing.

He knew.

Or at least he’d come to know.

And he let me go down anyway.

That one hurt worse than the prison sentence.

At the bottom of the first page he had written a set of numbers. Gate code for the storage place on Route 9. He’d circled it twice.

The second page was shorter.

Unit 108 has copies. Not originals, copies. Enough to start. Do continue reading …